The tide was so high in the morning that we had only a little area of escape, so we loaded everything and took off over the dunes toward La Purisma, which turned out to be pretty much a ghost town, as well as San Isidro. Kind of creepy. We didn't see even one person in either town anywhere, and this was around noon on Saturday. The drive going home was pretty scary. We had to cross lots of water, thought we were completely lost when we came to the end of the road...or so it seemed. Backed up, turned around, and half an hour later came across an old slatted pickup truck with a Mexican couple in it. They had a tow-haired blue-eyed girl of about six years in between them...really seemed out of place, specially since these were the only people we had seen ALL day. Seems we had been on the right road all along, so we turned around again and reached the end of the universe where I had my only meltdown of the entire trip. Mike is a spectacular driver and managed to creep down that steep non-road hill and get us back home safely after another three hours of grueling driving.
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